Chapter 413: Altar (1)
Translator: 549690339
Under the impact of the ‘dead souls’, that man was like a small boat in the middle of a storm. He couldn’t stop shaking. Sweat ran down his thin face, turning the blood and dirt on his face into black water, dripping down his face, altar of… Dead … Spirits … I can’t wake him up. Otherwise, if I can’t get over it, I’ll become … The sacrifices will be buried on the altar, and their souls will be imprisoned here as slaves, never to be reincarnated.”
When he said this, the despair in his eyes was so thick that it seemed to overflow.
When the other escapees heard his words, they lowered their heads even more, and a sense of sadness and despair spread. The ‘dead souls’ floating around seemed to feel this dejection and couldn’t help but be affected, letting out even louder wails.
“Him?” Song qingxiao caught the key word in his words, who’s ‘he’? ”
When she asked this, the fugitive who spoke became even more frightened. His face twitched uncontrollably, and the blood on his cracked lips stretched into a sticky thread as he opened and closed his mouth, as if a red spider web was forming on his mouth, trying to seal it.
“Die… Spirit… Fa… MA… Master…” He said those words with great difficulty. Every time he said a word, the fierce ‘undead’ around him stopped crying when they heard the word ‘Necromancer’!
The man managed to finish his words, and his body shivered as he lowered his head. He retreated back into the group and refused to speak again.
Song Qing looked down on him and guessed that he would not be able to get any more useful information from him.
Judging from the current situation, the square had been awakened, so they had to cross the undead altar!
Since the so-called ‘Necromancer’ was not behind the stairs, it must be on the altar!
Song Qing looked down on number six,”
I, number 1, and number 7 will walk in front. They will be in the middle. Number 5 and number 6 will be at the back.
She repeated her previous arrangement. This time, after number six reacted, he had no more objections.
The undead altar might only be one of the checkpoints in the passage to escape the terrorist camp. There might be other problems later on. If he wanted to get information out of these fugitives, he would have to keep them alive and make them speak willingly.
These people were under the threat of death, and ordinary threats were of little use to them. Only by looking for another way could everyone have a better chance of survival.
“I think the main event might be up there.”
Number five pouted his lips and glanced at the top of the altar.
Number one also agreed with his point of view. He reached out and wiped the sweat off his forehead,”
“Why don’t we all walk together at the front so that we can take care of each other?”
The ‘undead’ below was just an illusion created by the powerful mental strength. The real undead altar might be above the stairs.
There was also the ‘Necromancer’ mentioned by the fugitives, who had yet to show up. Just his name alone made the ‘dead souls’ show fear, and he might not be easy to deal with.
Out of the seven trial-takers, number 2 and number 4 were dead, leaving only five alive.
And among these five, everyone’s strength had been reduced to a certain extent after being exhausted by the two-headed dog and giant.
Even after a short rest and recuperation, it was impossible for them to fully recover to their peak. Now that they knew that there was a problem with the altar above them, they were afraid that they would be in danger if they separated.
No one knew how far they had to go on this escape path, but the few who had survived knew that in this mission, the chance of survival was higher if they worked together than if they fought alone.
Although the temptation of getting 14000 points alone was great, the points were good, but one had to be alive to spend them.
Number 2 and number 4, who had such an idea, had just died not long ago and were reminding the remaining people.
After number one said this, number five and number six didn’t say anything. It was obvious that they had the same idea as him.
Number six was the leader of number seven, and he had no other opinions.
Song qingxiao pondered for a moment.
“Indeed, the Necromancer might be on the altar.” She first agreed with number Five’s words, but then she changed the topic,”
“But I have a feeling that there’s something fishy about this square.”
She felt that the death energy here was not normal. These ‘undead’ had ferocious expressions, but they did not have much killing power.
No. 4 and the escapee seemed to have been sucked dry of their nutrients. The organs and blood that had disappeared on the ground were all strange.
“Just in case, let’s follow the original plan.”
At this point, she was already prepared to give no further explanation.
Number Five’s heart trembled. He exchanged a glance with number six and nodded, not saying anything more.
After making the decision, song qingxiao, number one, and number seven took the lead and walked toward the stairs. Along the way, countless ‘undead’ rushed toward them, trying to block their steps and pass through their bodies while crying.
Even though he knew that these ‘dead souls’ were not lethal, it was still very exciting to collide with so many ‘ghosts’ at such a close distance.
The clothes on number one’s back were dry and wet, and the hair on his inner clothes stood up, making a rustling sound. He was tense and held the crossbow without letting go.
Among the three of them, song qingxiao’s expression was calm. She passed through the ‘dead souls’ and smashed their spiritual bodies into pieces. Her powerful spiritual power made these ‘dead souls’ fear her, and they did not dare to pass through her body again.
On the other hand, number seven had her eyes closed from the beginning to the end. Her long hair had turned into a thin snake with its head raised and its tongue out, making a hissing sound.
Number one had seen her killing people with a snake and was quite afraid of her. He and number seven walked on the left and right of song qingxiao.
At this moment, he admired song qingxiao’s calmness. Whether it was the strange number seven or these horrifying ‘undead’, it seemed that they could not make her change her expression.
The escapees lined up behind song qingxiao and the others. They carefully concealed their auras and tried not to make a sound.
When they were still a few steps away from the stairs, the sweat on number one’s forehead became even more dense. The undead puppets rushed towards them in groups, shrieking and screaming, trying to force them away from the stairs.
Number one’s breathing gradually became faster. Ever since he knew about the existence of the Necromancer, he had been constantly looking around, trying to find traces of the Necromancer. However, all he could see were ferocious-looking ‘dead souls’, which made him tremble in fear.
“Wuwu…”
“Go back… Let’s go back…”
the mage will use you to light up the street lamps of hell…
“Go back… Let’s go back…”
The shrill cries of these ‘undead’ rang out in number one’s consciousness. Even though he tried his best to cover his ears, he could not stop the sound from invading.
His willpower showed signs of gradually crumbling under such wails. Cold sweat broke out even more rapidly on number one’s body. When the cold wind blew, it was as if his entire body was cold to the bone. The cold air of death was blowing so hard that his bones seemed to be aching..
Chapter 413: Altar (1)
Translator: 549690339
Under the impact of the ‘dead souls’, that man was like a small boat in the middle of a storm. He couldn’t stop shaking. Sweat ran down his thin face, turning the blood and dirt on his face into black water, dripping down his face, altar of… Dead … Spirits … I can’t wake him up. Otherwise, if I can’t get over it, I’ll become … The sacrifices will be buried on the altar, and their souls will be imprisoned here as slaves, never to be reincarnated.”
When he said this, the despair in his eyes was so thick that it seemed to overflow.
When the other escapees heard his words, they lowered their heads even more, and a sense of sadness and despair spread. The ‘dead souls’ floating around seemed to feel this dejection and couldn’t help but be affected, letting out even louder wails.
“Him?” Song qingxiao caught the key word in his words, who’s ‘he’? ”
When she asked this, the fugitive who spoke became even more frightened. His face twitched uncontrollably, and the blood on his cracked lips stretched into a sticky thread as he opened and closed his mouth, as if a red spider web was forming on his mouth, trying to seal it.
“Die… Spirit… Fa… MA… Master…” He said those words with great difficulty. Every time he said a word, the fierce ‘undead’ around him stopped crying when they heard the word ‘Necromancer’!
The man managed to finish his words, and his body shivered as he lowered his head. He retreated back into the group and refused to speak again.
Song Qing looked down on him and guessed that he would not be able to get any more useful information from him.
Judging from the current situation, the square had been awakened, so they had to cross the undead altar!
Since the so-called ‘Necromancer’ was not behind the stairs, it must be on the altar!
Song Qing looked down on number six,”
I, number 1, and number 7 will walk in front. They will be in the middle. Number 5 and number 6 will be at the back.
She repeated her previous arrangement. This time, after number six reacted, he had no more objections.
The undead altar might only be one of the checkpoints in the passage to escape the terrorist camp. There might be other problems later on. If he wanted to get information out of these fugitives, he would have to keep them alive and make them speak willingly.
These people were under the threat of death, and ordinary threats were of little use to them. Only by looking for another way could everyone have a better chance of survival.
“I think the main event might be up there.”
Number five pouted his lips and glanced at the top of the altar.
Number one also agreed with his point of view. He reached out and wiped the sweat off his forehead,”
“Why don’t we all walk together at the front so that we can take care of each other?”
The ‘undead’ below was just an illusion created by the powerful mental strength. The real undead altar might be above the stairs.
There was also the ‘Necromancer’ mentioned by the fugitives, who had yet to show up. Just his name alone made the ‘dead souls’ show fear, and he might not be easy to deal with.
Out of the seven trial-takers, number 2 and number 4 were dead, leaving only five alive.
And among these five, everyone’s strength had been reduced to a certain extent after being exhausted by the two-headed dog and giant.
Even after a short rest and recuperation, it was impossible for them to fully recover to their peak. Now that they knew that there was a problem with the altar above them, they were afraid that they would be in danger if they separated.
No one knew how far they had to go on this escape path, but the few who had survived knew that in this mission, the chance of survival was higher if they worked together than if they fought alone.
Although the temptation of getting 14000 points alone was great, the points were good, but one had to be alive to spend them.
Number 2 and number 4, who had such an idea, had just died not long ago and were reminding the remaining people.
After number one said this, number five and number six didn’t say anything. It was obvious that they had the same idea as him.
Number six was the leader of number seven, and he had no other opinions.
Song qingxiao pondered for a moment.
“Indeed, the Necromancer might be on the altar.” She first agreed with number Five’s words, but then she changed the topic,”
“But I have a feeling that there’s something fishy about this square.”
She felt that the death energy here was not normal. These ‘undead’ had ferocious expressions, but they did not have much killing power.
No. 4 and the escapee seemed to have been sucked dry of their nutrients. The organs and blood that had disappeared on the ground were all strange.
“Just in case, let’s follow the original plan.”
At this point, she was already prepared to give no further explanation.
Number Five’s heart trembled. He exchanged a glance with number six and nodded, not saying anything more.
After making the decision, song qingxiao, number one, and number seven took the lead and walked toward the stairs. Along the way, countless ‘undead’ rushed toward them, trying to block their steps and pass through their bodies while crying.
Even though he knew that these ‘dead souls’ were not lethal, it was still very exciting to collide with so many ‘ghosts’ at such a close distance.
The clothes on number one’s back were dry and wet, and the hair on his inner clothes stood up, making a rustling sound. He was tense and held the crossbow without letting go.
Among the three of them, song qingxiao’s expression was calm. She passed through the ‘dead souls’ and smashed their spiritual bodies into pieces. Her powerful spiritual power made these ‘dead souls’ fear her, and they did not dare to pass through her body again.
On the other hand, number seven had her eyes closed from the beginning to the end. Her long hair had turned into a thin snake with its head raised and its tongue out, making a hissing sound.
Number one had seen her killing people with a snake and was quite afraid of her. He and number seven walked on the left and right of song qingxiao.
At this moment, he admired song qingxiao’s calmness. Whether it was the strange number seven or these horrifying ‘undead’, it seemed that they could not make her change her expression.
The escapees lined up behind song qingxiao and the others. They carefully concealed their auras and tried not to make a sound.
When they were still a few steps away from the stairs, the sweat on number one’s forehead became even more dense. The undead puppets rushed towards them in groups, shrieking and screaming, trying to force them away from the stairs.
Number one’s breathing gradually became faster. Ever since he knew about the existence of the Necromancer, he had been constantly looking around, trying to find traces of the Necromancer. However, all he could see were ferocious-looking ‘dead souls’, which made him tremble in fear.
“Wuwu…”
“Go back… Let’s go back…”
the mage will use you to light up the street lamps of hell…
“Go back… Let’s go back…”
The shrill cries of these ‘undead’ rang out in number one’s consciousness. Even though he tried his best to cover his ears, he could not stop the sound from invading.
His willpower showed signs of gradually crumbling under such wails. Cold sweat broke out even more rapidly on number one’s body. When the cold wind blew, it was as if his entire body was cold to the bone. The cold air of death was blowing so hard that his bones seemed to be aching..
